Christian Girl With Limits

About about 18 years ago I met this wonderfully gleeful woman in a group for newcomers to a big city. I had actually been there a while, and I think she had too, it was really just a social group for singles. We were immediately attracted, both physically and emotionally, even though she was strongly Catholic and I was not religious at all. So for a while it was a kind of push-pull thing where we got close in various ways and then pulled back, feeling this wasn't going to work. But the pulls kept coming, and before long we were getting together to make out, but no more. She was always smiling, even when saying something serious she had a joyful lilt to her voice and attitude which made her all the more attractive.

She was also surprisingly open about sex, and talking about her fantasy of flashing truckers on the highway. She had generous boobs which certainly would have given them quite a treat, but even though she suggested this now and then we never did that, and I don't think she had ever done that in any other setting, but obviously liked thinking about it. And out of blue, without my even broaching the topic, she once told me that while she would do anything to please a husband when she got married, she didn't "give blowjobs"--which apparently meant not while dating. Presumably she had been asked for these before, or understood this to be a common thing men sought during casual dating, but she just wasn't ready for this (or if she had every tried it, was going cold turkey again).

But eventually we found a compromise. She loved necking, and this soon led to over-the-waist groping, and finally tit-sucking, which she absolutely loved. This of course got me very horny and I said I wished I could fuck her between her tits, and she said that sounded fun, so soon I unzipped my cock and started sliding between her mammary glands. She loved watching me do this, and obligingly held her breasts together and smiled up as she watched me thrust. After a long pleasurable ride I finally gushed forth onto her neck and the crucifix she wore there, which you could say I was basically aiming it, covering Jesus with a puddle of white semen. She washed up a bit but didn't shower or clean thoroughly, so there was probably some semen left on the cross or her necklace chains. We cuddled for a while before she left, one of several meetings in which we limited to over-the-waist pleasures...well, over her waist anyway. Eventually we broke up, as she wanted a religious man to marry, though I looked her up years later and learned she never found one. Too bad, she could have made a husband very happy.